Sunday January 21, 2018

Dave Bonta January 21, 2018

Low, gray clouds, and the ground half-brown after a day and night of melting. Over the rumble of my furnace I hear a screech owl trilling.

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April 24, 2017
‪Overcast and cool. I'm outside for an hour and there's no point at which something—chipmunk, squirrel, towhee, siren—isn't signalling alarm.‬
April 24, 2016
Cold air, warm sun. Two male towhees tweet at each other in the lilac. The old crabapple is coming into bloom, as shockingly pink as ever.
April 24, 2015
It's just above freezing, bright sun alternating with clouds. The usual bird calls seem to have an almost interrogatory tone.
April 24, 2014
A cloudless blue sky. It's hard to tell the pale elm flowers from the sunlight shining on bare twigs and branches. A dove calls and calls.
April 24, 2013
A chickadee carries a piece of gray down into their hole in the tree; its mate follows it in. A minute later it carries the down back out.
April 24, 2012
Bright and windy. A towhee flies in and out of a multiflora rose bush seemingly without a care, as if it weren't studded with sharp hooks.
April 24, 2011
Peonies have broken ground: skinny red claws reaching for the light. The whining clucks of a hen turkey separated from the flock.
April 24, 2010
Chipping sparrows are mating on top of the wall around my garden: she raises her tail and he rushes forward for the one-second cloacal kiss.
April 24, 2009
The bottom half of the porcupine-girdled cherry tree is in bloom; the top is lifeless. You'd think the news would travel from the ground up.
April 24, 2008
I dreamed of a late snow and woke to find the earliest miniature yellow daffodils shriveled, and a new clump of white ones in full bloom.

The Morning Porch

The view from my front porch every morning in 140 or fewer characters

Sunday January 21, 2018